Virgin with rage
| “ | Tell me why / I'm stuck as a virgin with rage / Tell me why / I so need a cute girl my age | ” |
| So Need a Cute Girl | ||
Virgin with rage is Chris's description of himself, a catch phrase that he has made his very own. The term's origins stem from the fact that this retard is indeed a virgin (and will forever remain so). Rendered helpless by this condition, his eternal virginity engenders frustration and rage.
Chris is very self-conscious about being a virgin, and frequently brings up the subject completely unprovoked, even in casual conversation with somebody he has just met. However, after being advised by his parents that it's generally not a good idea to mention that he's a VIRGIN WITH RAGE, he stopped this practice,[1] one of the few times he has learned from his mistakes.
Hormonal rage
Chris is probably dimly aware of his eventual fate, that he is destined to be a virgin forever. Obviously, this much repressed sexual drive, combined with the social ineptitude resulting from his autism, means that Chris is ready to snap at any point. Only mass debating keeps Chris from playing Counter-Strike IRL.
| “ | Sometimes I would want to touch her shoulder or back, feel her hair or give her a hug. I hold those urges back, because I care about her. And to keep myself from flying crazily off the handle at a random time, I keep my hormones in check at least twice a week by myself. | ” |
| Chris, on how he could fly off the handle | ||
Despite his claims that he was "holding back", the emails with Megan paint a different picture, describing instances of him doing exactly what he says he wouldn't: touching her hair, touching her shoulder, giving her random and unwanted hugs, etc. Chris even went so far as to corner her and try to kiss her. All of these constitute sexual harassment by law, and Megan must have had the patience of a saint not to report him.
Likewise, Facebook correspondence between Chris and a young man named Joshua Alba revealed this pearl:
| “ | I've thought of a funny message for a Valentine's Day card. On the outside, "Please Be Mine," and on the inside, "My hormones are slam-banging, and I do not have a woman to put them in."[citation needed]
I am not a sex freak; I'm just lonesome and sometimes horny. |
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| Chris, Facebook messages, January 10 at 12:28 a.m | ||
Alba was doubtlessly traumatized.